[stolen journal 38]

[goldenpathredux]

I need to learn to "hack". I have neglected this skill for too long, thinking my natural abilities with codes would be enough. Your reward will be richer than you can imagine.

[Private to Friends]I've been debating wether to tell anyone this, but I am gaining nothing by keeping this to myself. I've found out last month that the original designer

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[ochluckycharms]

[[Jacob, unfortunately, doesn't have a journal and won't see this message. He is -fortunately enough- at the item bazaar, should Leto care to find him there.]]

[goldenpathredux]

[And he will, looking at the former Malnosso with the same eye as he does the merchandise. He's not going to say anything yet, just stare and smirk.]

[ochluckycharms]

[And Jacob actually seems to be...reading a novel.]

[goldenpathredux]

Don't let me interrupt your reading. I just wanted to ask you some questions when you had time.

[ochluckycharms]

[Leto gets a grunt before Jacob places a finger in his book to hold his page and looks up, resting his chin in his palm.] Aye?

forgive my unforgivable failure

[goldenpathredux]

I want you to paint a portrait for me. Tell me the mood when you debuted the engine you use to summon us subjects. What was the crowd like? What emotions ran through them? What...aspirations? Where they hopeful?

[ochluckycharms]

[Jacob massages his forehead.] Lad, do you know at all what you're talking about?

[goldenpathredux]

No, of course not. None of us do. You just feed us little clues that end up going nowhere. I need more to go on.

[ochluckycharms]

Yeah, you and the rest of the people stuck on this shitball of a planet. Take a number and get in line. [Jacob removes his finger and goes back to his book, turning the page.]

[goldenpathredux]

I could make you tell me...But I won't right now. You gave another clue and i'll be satisfied with that rather than attract the Organization's attention.

[ochluckycharms]

[Jacob laughs.] Do you really think I'd be running about freely like so if there was the slightest chance anyone could force information out of me?

[goldenpathredux]

[Ah the smirk's back.] Not by torture...But i'm beggining to suspect you're a red herring. [What a strange metaphor for someone raised in a desert. Oh well. He turns.]

[ochluckycharms]

[And Jacob doesn't stop him, returning his attention to his book. If he was concerned about what every captive in Luceti thought about him, he'd be a hell of a lot more paranoid than he is already.]